If wishes were horses I’d have lots of horses because I totally would wish I had horses and then I’d end up with too many and I’d wish to get rid of some of the horses and that would just make more horses. Moral: Don’t wish for horses.

I wish that I hadn’t almost died when the brakes went out on our truck and we landed in a dish. Not that I wish I had died but I totally didn’t get that cool life flashback montage. While glad I didn’t die, I felt a bit gypped. I also wish I had the money to get the truck fixed.

I wish I were brave enough to really pursue a career as an author.
I wish I wasn’t so anxious about my daughter’s doctor’s appointment tomorrow.
I wish I could spend less time worrying about my figure and more time feeling positive about how I look.

I wish I were a little more brave.
I wish I were a little less sad.
I wish I were less anxious about things that are every day tasks for most people. Because then I could be a little better at getting things done, and less likely to feel like a failure because of how long it (sometimes) takes me to do things.

I really wish I could stop being so afraid that my life is going to end up with me living under a bridge with the dogs. I know life under a bridge will not be all bad, especially if there are dogs, but, you know, I really do wish I could stop having panic attacks about it.

I’d wish to be an octopus — but I’d include in the wish a change in octopodal life so that it doesn’t revolve around mating and death. So basically and invincible octopus of very high intelligence. Hell, just give me 8 floaties and an olympic swimming pool….

Ooh, Marjorie’s comment is killing me. Ah, honey.
I am cliched: I wish for money. Enough to be comfortable, to be able to take the kids on vacation, to buy them new stuff. I’m a grad student and my husband is a SAHD. We are broke and it sucks.
I wish I didn’t care about the fifteen pounds I’ve gained since having the kids, or the way my abdominal muscles don’t really connect anymore.
I wish I could read Harry Potter again as though it were the first time.

I wish I could go to Texas and hang out with you, sharing crazy and (possibly) inappropriate awesome stories. And then go shopping for taxidermied animals. And make up more words like “taxidermied” since according to my phone it’s not one now, but I just totally made it one

My mom says that there’s a minute every day where anything you wish comes true. One time I wished for a magnetic clipboard, and received it randomly in one of those holiday crackers. The joke in my family when something like that happens is that “You wasted a wish!” We all wish for little things like being less scared, and having less foot pain, and hoping our cat’s fur grows back… and we probably get those wishes all day.

All of that because I was just thinking how incredibly grateful I am that people don’t really wish for horses. *shudders*

I wish I could take away your pain and anxiety. But then you probably wouldn’t such an amazing writer, because I TOTALLY wrote my best shit when I was dangerously depressed, and then when I got better, I stopped being funny. So it’s a trade-off. OK, so now I wish I could take away SOME of your pain and anxiety. Just enough to give you some relief, but not enough to make you boring like I am. Wait, you don’t even want to have a slight risk of being boring like I am. Can I wish for a horse now?

I hope you aren’t freaking out over lap chole, although I know you probably are. It is not that bad; the recovery won’t be a walk in the park but it won’t be bad and you’ll be so much happier without all the awful flare-ups (which would have gotten worse, trust me).

I wish I owned this house, stocked full of 25 years of food, water and necessary supplies, with it’s own water and energy supply completely separate from the grid. And if not that, then that I have graduated from college with awesome grades and a job lined up.

I wish I didn’t feel so overwhelmed by the prospect of selling my house and even though I’m happier than ever I’m divorced I wish I could stay in this house but can’t…you can’t stay with someone you don’t love just for the kids…or a house.

Damn, I was gonna wish for world peace, or at least whirled peas. Okay, I would wish for a pain-free for life (me: low back pain and bad joints, him: no cartilage left in either knee) for both my husband and I.

I wish for a little sweet lake house with a hammock where I could take naps and think of best sellers 🙂
I wish for a published novel and financial freedom so that my son could go to a school equipped for his needs.
I wish for health and happiness for my family and I wish for my son recognizing his greatness!

I wish I had a huge kitchen and lots of time to make food and play bass.
And I wish Nine Inch Nails was playing a Northern California date that wasn’t some stupid expensive festival in a park that is a lousy concert venue. And that QOTSA would do the same. And I could have dinner with both Trent Reznor AND Josh Homme.
And I wish most of all my mom was still with us. Even after almost 10 years, I miss her more than a wish can express.

I wish Multiple Sclerosis didn’t exist – the physical losses I’ve seen my mom go through totally suck, but the affect the disease and the meds have had on her mind break my heart. I miss my MOM – the one I could talk to about anything, the woman who was my friend and a rock of constant love and support. I love my mom as she is now, but I miss her as she was, too. Also, I wish chocolate was calorie free.

I wish for all of the previous wishes to come true!
Especially Anonymous in #5
I wish everyone would just laugh more and be more sarcastic
I wish cancer to go the fuck away
I wish depression wouldn’t lie
I wish I lived next door to you because I swear I wouldn’t stalk you, just leave wine/bourbon slushies at your door
I wish I had the courage to do what Wendy Davis did
I wish my kids will grow up strong

I wish money didn’t assume as much importance as it does.
I wish teleporting was a real thing.
I wish my relationship of two years hadn’t come to an end.
I wish I had a cat.
I wish there was a job where reading books was synonymous with doing something insanely wonderful for the world.

I wish I didn’t panic so much over my health and well being. But now I’m panicking that would come true and if it did then I wouldn’t give a hoot about it and then I would die because I didn’t give a hoot. UGH! So, I guess I’ll just wish that I could take a damn vacation.

I wish I would get out of my head sometimes.
I wish I wasn’t so scared of doctors.
I wish I didn’t know what a panic attack felt like.
I wish all child molesters died before they ever even had a chance to think about doing anything so evil!

More than anything, and especially after today, I wish someone could go inside my brain and figure out what is wrong with me. Or I wish that someone, anyone, somewhere would empathize with my pain. I’m tired of feeling so completely invalidated all the time….

Maybe my wish will come true, I’ll pray for it tonight like I do every night and see if maybe you worked some sort of your magic for me 😉

I wish for horses, because I can’t not wish for horses, but I also wish for the money to keep them.
I wish that I could help.
I wish Love. (I know, entirely too close to world peace, so I guess if you insist on not counting it, that’s ok, but it’s still what I wish.

I’m going to call her in the morning and make her give me the recipe. This wish will come true and I didn’t even realize it was something I wanted until I actually thought about it. Thank you for that.

I wish I could find the courage to get back to that happier place where I was writing more funny things than sad things.
I wish I weren’t feeling so lonely right now.
And I wish that I was in a better place where I could remember all of the random and wonderful things I wish for on a daily basis. Like how I wish I could cross off my bucket list item about being able to eat an orange out of the Orange Bowl trophy.

Hey, lookie there, guess I’m in a bit of a better place than I thought.

I wish I had more margaritas.
I wish I could get a full-time job without going through the interview process.
I wish I were more patient with my fiction and myself.
I wish I could play the violin.
I wish I could hug all of you and make your wishes come true.

i wished for help, and for a friend. i found your book/blog. it helped rid me of my social anxiety by showing me a social sphere i could relate to. shortly thereafter i found the guts to start a family. my baby girl was born last April. now that i have everything, i wish for her to one day find her tribe, so she can too.

I wish a grownup would come and do all of the things for me.
I wish someone would take care of my son for 24 hours so I could go a whole day without changing a shitty diaper.
I wish I were smarter.
I wish I was a better mother.
I wish I wasn’t so lonely that I run everyone off so I can revel in my loneliness.
I wish someone could grant one of my wishes.

I wish that there was a cure for my little girl’s cerebral palsy. As proud as I am of her, I hate watching her struggle through surgeries, therapies, more doctors than most people see in a lifetime. I would give almost anything for that wish to come true.

I wish I could find a job that didn’t make me miserable.
I wish my parents weren’t so broke that my husband and son and I have to move in with them to pay their bills.
I wish I had even a single friend.
I wish my mom hadn’t eaten herself into needing a quintuple bypas at 58.
I wish I wasn’t heading down the same path.
I wish I was a better mom.
I wish I liked my husband more.
I wish I liked me more.
I wish I was more likeable.
I wish for anything good to happen in my life, to outweigh all the crap I’ve been handling lately.

I wish I could worry less. I wish I could make and keep in contact with my friends. I wish I were married with kids. I wish it were Friday so I could give my notice at work so that I can start working at my new goal of going back to school. I wish my boyfriend didn’t worry and stress so much. I think that’s too many wishes. But I agree with Jenny and also wish I could meet many of you so I could give you a hug and hang out for the night.

I wish I could help my brother stop drinking and hurting our family with his actions.
I wish I could buy my grandfather a new house, one that isn’t falling down around him.
I wish I had a job that I loved, and paid all my bills.
I wish I could yodel.

I wish for horses. Oh, wait – you said don’t do that. I wish that folks would have a little more compassion for others. Except when I’m in the express lane at the grocery store and the lady in front of my has 22 items – then I have no compassion AT ALL and wish everyone could COUNT.

I wish I didn’t feel like I was never getting any where with my health. Went to the neurologist today only to have 3 tests ordered (feel a little more hopeful than the blood work that the glandular specialist ordered but still I’m broken and copayments and coinsurences don’t grow on trees and weeks go by with no conclusive answer on why I’m broken)

I wish I would sleep at night. I lay awake while the rest if the world sleep only to conk out while everyone else starts there day.

I wish my brother would email/call/text/smoke signal me, I miss him and worry

@Jess (127). … I too am trans, but I would suggest you not give up. Where do you live? In many cities there are sliding scale options. I know because I helped start one in Chicago. I have connections in many locations and can research to find others. Contact me and we’ll see what we can do.

I wish I had the self-confidence to talk to boys. I wouldn’t be the only 32 year old who’s never even gone on a date.
I’d wish I was skinny because apparently boys will come talk to you if you’re skinny but then I’d still be the socially awkward skinny girl, and that wouldn’t solve any of my problems.
I wish I had confidence in myself.

I wish I cared a little less what other people think of me. It really holds me back and makes me do idiotic things. That, and I wish my cat had his 4th leg because it’s really sad when he has an itch on that side and his little stump is trying so hard to scratch it. Oh! And I want a pet unicorn.

i wish we could all come up with a bloggess bat signal.. a “blignal”. like how about from now on whenever we need help we put a giant metal chicken in the front yard? it can be the universal signal for “I’m in my pjs and hiding out from _______. come join me under my bed fort, we’ll make smores!”

I wish I didn’t still wish I were dead at least once per day, in spite of having a healthy relationship now. Finally. I wish I had an emotional filter so I wouldn’t FEEL so fucking much, but without being turned into a robot like lithium did to me. I wish I could stop worrying so much and lighten the stress. I wish a lot of things, really.

When I read the teaser in Twitter I said – out loud – “I wish I had a million dollars!” Then I laughed because a million dollars doesn’t go as far as you think it should (especially in California where a tiny house is more than a million dollars). Then I clicked the link and started reading people’s wishes. Then I cried. So I guess if you’re asking.. what do I really wish… I wish my brother hadn’t died three months ago.

I wish I could fix broken people.
I wish I had enough money to live comfortably for them rest of my life.
I wish I had my dad back so I could spend more time with him and tell him I love him one more time.

I wish that the economy weren’t so screwed up that I, as a single, college educated, career woman in her 30’s, hadn’t spent the holiday weekend crying over deciding how to renew my already overly-expensive lease at $50 more per month, or figure our how to scratch up enough cash to move. All while not having enough cash to refill my anxiety meds. Tough weekend. Thank God for a family that notices when something is wrong makes sure I get the meds I need. The rest will work its way out in the end.

I wish I I could ensure that my family would be secure now and in the future.
Not rich, just comfortable enough to not feel like a sword is hanging over me all the time.
I wish I could feel like I could look for a woman to share my life, but how do I find
the time? How do I ask someone to take on the burdens of my family?

I almost always wish I’d win the lottery, which is hard to do, cause I hardly ever buy tickets. I want be one of those who buys one ticket & wins the whole thing & then I’d give a bunch of it to charity, cause there’s too many hungry, homeless people & sad lonely pets.

I wish for the strength to get through the next time I want to stop feeling.
I wish that my son will be like his dad and be well physically and mentally.
I wish that I wasn’t so filled with anxiety that it keeps me from making friends.
I wish that my son wasn’t being bullied at school that refuses to do anything about it.
I wish that my husband could have had just one more day with his dad.

I wish … I don’t know really. There’s loads of stuff I want and need – money and everyday life stuff (mortgage repayments, home repairs, school fees) but I think, seeing as though it is only one wish, I think maybe I’ll waste it one fantastic night… or something.

I wish I had more energy so I could get things done.
I wish my feet didn’t hurt so that when I do have energy I could do all that I wanted.
I wish I wasn’t allergic to anything, but especially watermelon. And peaches. And blueberries.
I wish there was a restaurant open 24 hours that served awesome salads instead of greasy diner food.

I wish we had enough money to have all of the things we need instead of having to pick. For example: getting my teeth fixed instead of chewing on only one side of my mouth, or if I cant ever have the air conditioner in my car fixed, at least being able to have the back window roll down so the kids arent SO hot. Or having more gas money so we could go to the park more instead of staying home all the time. Enough to buy fresh fruits and veggies instead whatever cheap crap is on sale that I have coupons for. Just enough to actually get by instead of almost getting by.

I wish I could be easier on myself and my kids. I wish I could remember that everything is actually okay, I’m really not preventing catastrophes by working myself too hard. I wish I could allow myself to play more.

I wish I could take away any anxiety or sadness my husband is experiencing as we watch his aging father’s health and memory deteriorate. I also wish that my best friend of 25 years hadn’t died of a heart attack a few weeks ago at age 46.

I wish other things, too, but I’m still so broken that I’m not sure they matter. I wish it was easier to get through grief? I wish I didn’t feel an overwhelming urge to throat punch people who ask, “Aren’t you over it yet?” and “When are you going to get back to normal?”

I wish I had all the time I wanted/needed to write. I wish fibromyalgia would fucking go away.

I wish that I could know what my future holds: am I ever going to find someone to love me, will everything work out, were the last five years really as much of a waste as they seem…

And I wish that the little voice in the back of my mind, the one that whispers (and sometimes shouts) how ugly, useless, worthless, and stupid I am, would finally shut up and give me peace. I wish I could know what it feels like to look in the mirror and like what I see, wish I could actually like myself for a change.

I wish everyone had someone who loved and accepted them the way my husband does me because then I think there would be a lot less people doubt terrible things to others.

I wish I knew why things stopped word wrapping on my phone and whether this was going to post right or show up as one big long line.

I wish I could do work that I love and that it would support me and my horses. Specifically, I wish for my dream to become reality. (It involves horses, inner healing, dressage, and teaching trainers a non-dominance approach to working with both human and equine students.)

And actually, I do wish someday to have a talented and healthy dressage horse. Oh, and to be a more confident rider. But right now I’m grateful for my talented but stifle (knee) cartilage challenged horse and the gift horse I received to be a companion for mine when we finally get to bring the horses home.

And I wish for healing for all those who posted before me (and who will post after me) and especially for the posts by people who have been raped or who love people who have been raped.

I wish I could love myself enough to believe when others say they love me.
I wish my son would be less anxious and be able to enjoy his life as a brilliant young man.
I wish my mother didn’t have lung cancer.

I wish I knew my life’s purpose.
I wish the wishes of those who posted before me and those who will post after me come true.
I wish I could be more grateful for all the good things.
I wish I had the energy to do the tasks I need to do.

I wish I could find out the sex of my baby tomorrow, so I can start stocking up on gender-appropriate diapers.
I wish we had a bit more money, so we could travel for the weekend and pay bills and buy baby stuff on the same fortnight.
I wish I were more confident to start a career as a Tupperware salesperson.
I wish my mom would go to the doctor and fix that horrible cough of hers.
I wish I could help people more.

My wish is that everyone here finds their happiness. You all are not alone and there are many of us who understand and love all of you for EXACTLY WHO YOU ARE !!! Under all the pains of life are beautiful, loving people who truly are more loved than they realize. You don’t know me but I am one of those who love you.

I wish I trusted anyone.
I wish people were more tolerant and less judgmental.
I wish at least once in their life, everyone could feel like they belong.
I wish I wasn’t so terrified of the responsibility of being loved.
I wish I wasn’t so negative.
I wish every animal could live a long, safe, happy life and die of old age.

I wish my mom didn’t have to be so alone and that she was back home where she belongs
I wish I wasn’t so broken so my husband wouldn’t have to fix me so often
I wish my fridge was always stocked with whipped cream and pumpkin pie
I wish the night wasn’t so long and full of doubt

I wish my son and daughter-in-law would tell me what I did or said that caused them to disown me. I haven’t seen my granddaughter since she was 8 months old…she is 7 1/2 now…and I’ve never met my grandson…he is 5. Please just tell me what happened so I can try to fix it or change myself. When they tell me “If you don’t know, we’re not going to tell you” it does not help. It only makes me really understand how childish they are. I love them all, and I think about them every day.

My wish is that my cat Maggie makes it through the night until we can see the vet who knows her condition tomorrow. Reading your blog as I stay awake with her-keeps me snickering and light(er) hearted, which is much appreciated.

I wish I could stop being so angry, sad, scared, or all three at once.
I wish I would stop letting my fears run me and just live in the moment.
I wish I were kinder to people I love.
I wish everyone else could have their wishes come true.

I have a lot of wishes, from the mundane “I wish my student loans would pay themselves off” to the extravagant “I wish that one particular incredibly hot Korean music star would somehow discover my existence and realize I am the ONLY WOMAN who could ever make him happy and take me away from this ridiculously boring though nothing to complain about life I’ve got going on”. Because seriously, who WOULDN’T want to be taken away from all this normalcy by the superstar of their dreams? I’m not even being greedy – I’ll leave David Tennant for another girl! …this time.

I wish I had spent more time with my grandma. The last time I saw her healthy was at my bridal shower… And I barely spent any time with her. The next day she was admitted to the hospital where she stayed. Until we said goodbye 6 days after my wedding.

I wish I could go back and confront the person at the hospital who judged me (and my husband and brother and sil) for visiting my grandma when she was in the hospital immediately after the wedding. I wanted her to understand there was NO place on earth I would rather have been then there with her.

I wish I didn’t feel like I was about to cry. Or, I wish I could figure out why I feel like I’m about to cry. Things are great, but not happy tears great. It’s probably the edge of a panic attack. I wish I didn’t get panic attacks.

Based on what my mom has said about my infancy, I was born with IBS, which means my nerve ending are extra sensitive to everything, but since I was born with it, it is not caused by the usual suspects (depression, anxiety, etc.) and this hyper sensitivity has spread to the rest of my body. Right now just wearing clothing is making my skin feel like it is on fire even though if one looked at my skin, it would look completely normal. My doctors don’t seem to know what to do with me since it is not caused by one of the usual suspects and they cannot find anything physically wrong with me. Unfortunately I am also hypersensitive to medication so for now, I just have to deal with this.

I wish my very old dogs would live forever.
I wish my vintage shop made enough money to sustain me & the 2 very old dogs–with sometimes very large vet bills–comfortably.
I wish I was secure enough financially so my parents wouldn’t worry–even at my age.
I wish I was as brave as I was when I was 20, or even 30.
I wish people only saw me as old as I feel & not as old as I am getting.
I wish my family were eternally safe, healthy & happy.
I wish I didn’t worry about all of the above so much.

Easy. A job and a place to live. Not necessarily in that order. Actually need the latter first, as I have to move by next Monday and I currently have nowhere to move to.

And also some friends to help me move my stuff into storage next weekend. I’ve asked, no one has agreed, it sucks. Now I have to come up with money for movers. Remember the no-job thing above?

I could also delete the first 2-part wish (with bonus mini 3rd wish) and just wish for a shit-ton of money. Like, a million dollars or something. Then I could afford to hire movers, pay rent, probably buy a car, pay off some debt, move out of the shitty city I’m in which is a vortex of weird energies and has been the site of almost every crappy thing that’s happened to me in my adult life, all of which have happened since I moved here 3.5 years ago…I’m the cause of most of my problems, but I really need help to start fixing it all, and I’m not getting much. So there’s that.

I wish I could see how my life would have been different if I had made different choices (a la “It’s a Wonderful Life”) so that I could stop wondering.
I’m another that wishes for financial freedom. It would take so much stress away. Also, the grinding of the teeth.
I wish I could have another baby.
I wish I could sleep.
I wish all my family could have happiness and health for their entire lives.
I wish I could trust easier.

I wish I could be friends with all of you that wish for a friend.
I wish graduating college would stop being interrupted by various surgeries. I mean, it’s really annoying. They take too long and can’t even have the decency to occur when there is a break from school!
I wish everyone’s wishes would come true.

I wish my mom (one of the kindest people you’d ever meet) didn’t have Parkinson’s or bipolar disorder.

I wish I didn’t suffer from the pain of fibromyalgia. It’s affected everything from my everyday well-being, to my career, to my relationship with my significant other. I wish I would have appreciated my good health before I got sick.

Jenny, thank you for “Let’s Pretend This Never Happened,” your blog, and Twitter posts. I look forward to your posts and especially your upcoming book. My boyfriend and I listened to your book when we went on vacation last year. We loved your hilarious stories and I’m surprised my boyfriend managed to not drive off the road when we were laughing so hard.

I appreciate your candor in speaking about your struggles with Rheumatoid Arthritis and depression. As someone who’s dealt with chronic pain and depression, I felt like I could identify with you. Thank you for helping people feel they’re not alone.

1. I wish that my plan of doing free unsolicited marketing for this French Language school in Cebu City that a supposedly rich jeweller owns (mother of fashion design girlaloo monique lhuiller) would get enough attention to get me to France or travel to places, which is a funny thing. Because I also wished before of being able to resist the urge to travel just because travelling supposedly makes one a wise actualized person civilized person. If I travel, then my lifetime goal of not being able to travel and being able to see the world in just in my local box would be doomed! It’s like, what if my life goal is NOT to travel? To be that guy who could travel but wouldn’t?

Most people here in Cebu City that do a lot of travelling don’t seem to be more civilized than the politicians who steal money to buy expensive cars. But then that’s just what the media tells us here. Media here are owned by “political clan” politicians so huraaay for impartial journalism!

2. I wish my plan of like selling my alphabet-template children’s book rooted from James Salter and J.D. Salinger and the derivatives of the humor of Groucho Marx, including that author whose father had this penchant humor using bobcats as props and that Reese Witherspoon really liked, the book being entitled: “An Alphabet of Pretension and Dishonesty for The Dishonest and Unpretentious” , (a Bisaya book in Bisaya language) — i hope this book gets enough track for me not to get back to Jovia and SSRI again. Them: Oh why is it in Bisaya Language? I can’t read it! Me: Why shouldn’t it be? Ako ning libro, kung gusto kag palami gikan nako, pag kat og Bisaya kuwanggol!

3. I wish, like, nothing about the Charity dynamics of The Imaginarrium of Parnassus that Ledger movie happens here in my community. I help charity, but “honest” and “NON-hypocritical people” do not want me to do that. And I’m like, I’m in a double bind David Foster Wallace-style and but yaaay another episode of Adventure Time! Poop boop.

I wish I had a job. I am bored out of my skull, clearly not going to get around to deep cleaning the house with a toothbrush, and tired of being alone most days. A job rejection begets depression and all those fun feelings of worthlessness and then I get sad and I stay home and the longer I stay home the more anxious I get about leaving, so I don’t. And then I’m bored and alone (but safe!) and when I finally start feeling better, I apply for more jobs… and then get rejected. I know I’m competing against eleventy billion people for work but come ON.

I’d wish that I didn’t have such a stupid body. I’m not talking looks, or weight, I mean functionality. I wish I could get pregnant, and that my womb of doom didn’t set out to end every life it comes across. That bitch is evil.

I wish I had been home when the fire started in my building.
I wish I could have saved my beautiful cats.
I wish they hadn’t died scared and alone.
I wish I wasn’t terrified every time I set foot outside the house now.
I wish I could sleep through the night.
I wish I could go a single day without crying.
I wish I hadn’t paid the price for someone else’s carelessness.
I wish I could tell people how much I am hurting, even after so much time has passed.

I wish my mom could get some answers and resolution in her life. It’s been terrible since my dad died in December, and she is so very sad. I really really wish I get the job I interview for tomorrow. Really really. And a minor wish? I wrenched my back this weekend, and I wish the pain would go away, like now.

To Laura (comment #44, who likely will never see this)~
We wish it. We love our 2 kids, both with ASD, but what parent would refuse to wish their child’s challenges away? When my kids cry because they just don’t get it, and they know it’s the autism making it harder, why would I not wish the condition away? They would still be the same kids. They would be loveable, outgoing, creative, courageous, but they would be able to learn like the other kids do. I know there is so much more to them than the autism, but is is the autism that tries to block their potential.

I wish I had more time and energy to work on the things I want to work on.
I wish I would never fall into another black hole of depression and anxiety.
I wish I could afford to go to the doctor to get treated for my health issues.
I wish everyone would stop judging everyone else for a while and try to empathize with them instead.
I wish I had practiced more when I was younger abd actually had energy and time.

I wish my mother would accept the man I love.
I wish I didn’t have to be my mother’s keeper.
I wish I could get through school faster.
I wish I knew what choices to make to have my life go how I want it to.
I wish people would be more forgiving.
I wish there were more hours in a day…

Also, If wishes are horses, I definitely don’t want to be deathly allergic to horses… Seeing as the horse population would explode out of control, and by consequence I would suffocate to death. So I guess I also wish I weren’t allergic to horses.

I wish that the Dr would call right now and tell me I don’t have a brain tumor and that I get to spend the rest of my life watching my little boy grow up (I had additional MRI scans today and they are ruling out a brain tumor and I am scared as hell). I would give up everything I own or will own…I mean everything for that to be true.

I wished for a projector on my last birthday so I can watch movies and share it with my neighbors on a huge screen at the local basketball court. Far from the City, no cinema. I sure love the peace and low cost of living here, though sometimes I miss the crowd of a cinema!

-Wished not granted but the birthday went on (lol). If I had told my husband I’d kill myself on my birthday if no projector, you think he’ll buy me one or he’ll kill me first? ❤ Anyway, the TV is okay for now. 🙂

I have been pregnant FOREEEEEVEEEEEEEEEEEEER and I’m scared this will be a monstrous 12-pound baby who will rip my fragile body apart with the force of its passage. Not actually, of course, because I’m being as fucking positive and empowered as someone can be when they are so clearly NOT in control. But what the fuck. What the actual fuck.

No, seriously, birth junkies who are totally judging me right now: I am somewhere between 43 and 46 weeks pregnant. The March of Dimes is satisfied. I’m totally sure it’s time.

I wish that I could get out of this hole.
I wish that depression and anxiety didn’t have such a stronghold on my life.
I wish that my eating disorder wasn’t mine anymore.
In the same breath, I wish I were thin.

I wish I had the courage to face all of these things…to not feel like I need to sign this comment as anonymous.

I wish I could snap myself out of this funk so I’d feel like I was living my life again instead of just getting through it day by day. Also I wish for a baby, and for my BFF who is also trying to have one too. And I wish I could think of something funny to end this comment with.

I wish the bio moms of the kids I’m raising could stop the self destructive cycles they are in and realize, if only for a few moments, what wonderful, amazing, astonishing, spectacular children they are missing.

I wish that I hadn’t gotten myself into this place, and now that I’m here, I wish that I could just stop–maybe not forever, maybe just for five minutes, but just stop everything long enough to think and to pull things together just a little.

I don’t think there was a me before depression. But there’s a medicated me who deals with a lot less depression and anxiety now. And there was once a me who never thought it would change. She was wrong.

I hated everything and almost everyone. I was scared and built walls and was alone.

I had a friend who refused to give up. I got help. I’ve come a long way.

There was never a me without chronic pain, even as a child. There will never be a me without my particular stresses. But there’s a me now with better coping skills and support. And I’m thankful for that.

So, yeah, while I sometimes resent having to take meds to be “normal,” I’m glad that they’re there.

So I’m gonna stick to my wish about being a badass octopus. ‘Cause I could totally drop the chronic pain and depression as an octopus. ( I rewrote the octopodal rules in my wish, remember?)

Hey, Jenny? If I’m ever in TX, can I wave in your general direction? I’ll give you advanced warning and I can down a klonopin smoothie and then we can wave at each other across Texas and we won’t even have to leave our yoga pants.

And all the other commenters? I love your faces. You are amazing, whether you know it or not. Things can get better. If you’re facing big things, there are places to get help. Send me a message or something. Call the crisis hotline. Go to the ER. Things can get better and if you take the first steps toward getting help and changing your life? I am so damn proud of you.

Hell, I’m proud of you if you even considered it. This shit can be scary. ❤

My wishes are pretty selfish too…like you, I wish I were less scared and sad. I wish I could really talk to people. I wish I didn’t live inside my head so much. I wish someone would love me just as much as I love them – not more or less. And I wish that all the people I love most were happy and healthy.

I wish the spider I just tried to kill in the living room wasn’t so damn fast and even more I hope he stays in the living room. Thirdly, I hope to God I can sleep because right now, I really just feel like I have spiders crawling all over me.

@Elizabeth T #259 – have any of your doctors mentioned the possibility of Complex Regional Pain Syndrome? If not, it’s something to ask about. Causes extreme burning pain, swelling, and sometimes discoloration in one or more joints, and also allodynia (insane pain to non-painful things, like clothes or a light touch). It’s super rare so many doctors never see it, but I think you might talk to them about it.

I wish I could wear pants. (See also, CRPS above.)
I wish the 1st sympathetic nerve block had worked and that I wasn’t so freaked out about getting another. So I could wear pants.
I wish I could have a 5-day ketamine coma so I could wear pants.
I really miss my pants.

And I wish we had a compound that we could all live in, with hammocks and iced tea and margaritas and apple-rhubarb pie. And hugs and love and support for all of us. We’ll call the compound, Bloglandia or Jennyvania. And when we can’t sleep, we’ll lay in the hammocks and wish and watch John Hughes movies on the outdoor movie screen.

I wish I could go back to when my boys were little and life was so good. I wish I didn’t have to worry about money and how I’m going to make it to payday with $29.00. I wish I could stop crying all the time.

I wish my anxiety about buying our first house was not keeping me up at night.
I wish this crazy busy summer was over.
I wish my intern would get a clue. (Sorry not very nice, but when you have to explain the same thing more than 3 times that other people get right away …)
I wish I could make friends more easily (perhaps I could if I were not so critical of interns 😉

I am however thankful that my job is finally interesting again, that I have a chance to buy a house, and that I have a wonderful husband and son who love me.

I wish that my Mom hadn’t passed away. I wish I wasn’t still angry about it.
I wish I was strong enough to change
I wish I wasn’t morbidly obese
I wish exercise didn’t hurt so much
I wish I could go swimming
I wish my husband didn’t have to deal with all the legal crap going on
I wish my husband could be happy
I wish we could travel together
I wish I could help people in the other comments
I’m so grateful for finding my tribe, for finding my soulmate and love of my life, and cats

If I could wish for anything, I would wish that my next husband would be just like Julian Ashford in “Overseas” by Beatriz Williams. I don’t much care about the rich part, but he was loving and and smart (the opposite of my soon-to-be ex-husband), and do you know how hard it is to argue with someone who has a foreign accent? You just want to shut them up by ripping their clothes off. I would happily lose every argument that way for the rest of my life.

I wish I could have my life back the way it was two years ago before I got sick, it wasn’t perfect but it is damned better than the life I have now post sickness and recovery. I’ll never be able to walk independently again and the thought of this being my reality until I die makes me not want to keep on living. this isn’t living, it’s existing.

I wish that my daughter’s depression was over and she never cut herself again.
And then I’d wish for unicorns because they’re horses with freaking HORNS on their heads and anytime some dick in a big car didn’t give me enough room on the road, I’d be able to gallop after him and get the unicorn to spear him in the groin.
Oh, and I’d also wish that my cat stopped bring in bits of dead animal overnight. The squashed mouse head between my toes this morning did not make for a good start.

I wish my mom didn’t have cancer.
I wish my sister’s health would improve.
I wish I didn’t have CHF + menorrhagia + being on Warfarin.
I wish I had a decent job to help take care of all the above.
Above all, I wish I knew why elbows are called elbows instead of el-bends?
(weird thoughts in the middle of the night).

I wish I could go back and change my entire 2006 year. I wish I could tell my 28 year old self; “dude, you have an anxiety disorder. That’s what is wrong. Get help.” I wish I could erase that year from existing for me and my 2 oldest children, who had to go along for the ride.

I wish I had a clue how to support my unemployed, disabled ass – because while I love doing tea leaf readings on Fiverr (seriously, I do) they aren’t covering all the little luxuries at the moment. Like food and stuff. 🙂

It ISN’T selfish to wish for your own happiness & peace of mind. Whoever told you otherwise is WRONG.
I’m gonna wish you (and the other posters) lots of happiness and courage: as far as I’m concerned you all deserve it.

Right now I wish for a successful, fulfilling new life in the USA when I start my PhD.

Oh, Jenny! Is there enough time and space for all my wishes? These are my most important wishes:
I wish I believed in myself as much as my loved ones believe in me.
I wish I wasn’t so afraid of my light.
I wish I would stop sabotaging myself and letting fear rule my life.
I wish I wouldn’t stress-eat/eat my feelings.
I wish my soulmate would come into my life already! WHERE IS HE??
I wish I could look in the Mirror of Erised and see myself exactly as I am.
I wish for a job that pays me better and realizes my tremendous worth. cus I’m awesome. seriously.

I wish:
– I wasn’t so scared to talk about my problems with people who care about me
– To be able to afford to move
– To have more time at home with my cat
– For a clean apartment…or at least hardwood so I could stop vacuuming

I wish I had the balls to say what’s really on my mind while I’m thinking it and not have to care if anyone’s feelings are hurt.

I wish the chemo hadn’t destroyed my teeth, because now I’m afraid to smile in public, and I love to laugh.

I wish I could spend more time writing without being constantly interrupted because someone else thinks I’m not being sociable enough.

I wish I could hang out with other writers who don’t think I’m weird for not wanting to make a career out of writing. I do it because I have to, like breathing.

I wish men would consider themselves lucky just to be allowed to put their penises in women’s vaginas, and not demand all that stupid kinky crap porn actresses are paid to pretend they enjoy. When did plain, simple, tender lovemaking stop being good enough?

I wish I didn’t have to wait until I’m alone to do the things I really enjoy.

I wish I didn’t feel like a guest in my own home.

I wish that negative bitch I used to hang out with years ago would stop stalking me. I’ve had to change my cell number twice and stop talking to all our mutual acquaintances just so she couldn’t use them to get to me.

I wish I could have more faith in my decisions. It’s not that I want to know the future (that would be boring), or even that I think there’s really any such thing as “the right choice” (there can be many right answers, it’s what we do with them that makes the difference), it’s just that I want to believe in my own ability to make my choices turn out in ways that I like, even if they are unexpected or not what I intended.

I wish for everyone’s true wishes to come true – not necessarily the ones they think they need, but the ones they truly need to feel whole & alive & at peace & on fire with joy.

I wish for myself (most likely in a misplaced way, as I’m terrible at knowing what I truly need.) for:
Less reaction to pain. Less fear of the pain.
I wish for the lump in my thumb of my dominant hand, as an artist, to not be what it probably is, and to NOT need surgery to permanently remove a nerve from it. It is my greatest tool aside from my mind & it will be unusable for up to a year, with loss of feeling for life.
I wish I weren’t paralysed by the fear of this.

I wish my partner felt as loved and whole and wanted and desired as he deserves, that I can’t show/give him because I’m losing my shit constantly and he is my rock and my sanity.

I wish that I won’t miss being able to go to Norway because of my hand & chronic pain.

I have too many wishes. In the end I just wish my body weren’t so broken.

I wish I could buy my mother a house so she’d feel secure in her retirement.
I wish I had a job that didn’t involve toxic political backlash when we’ve managed to create something amazing.
(I’m grateful we’ve been able to create the ‘something amazing’ though, no one can take that journey away.)
I wish I could speak Chinese.

I wish Laura, the Mother of the autistic son, knew she was NOT alone! A friend of mine with a special needs daughter recently blogged about it. It’s the one “dirty little secret” most parents with special needs children keep bottled up.
So Laura, I wish I could let you know how normal those feelings are so you could stop eating yourself up with guilt.
And this is sorta giving my wish away, but I always sucked at following the rules anyway.

I wish I could stop looking back at my life and thinking about all that I do NOT have.
I wish I could look forward and be excited by what is coming up instead of terrified of every curve in the road.
I wish I had more passion.

7/7 was Tanabata in Japan. many children wrote wishes down on paper and hung them on bamboo so their wishes would go up to the heavens. Some places burn them, others put them in the river. Your blog is perfect timing! My son wrote that he wished that his drawing of a Ninja Mobile Suit Gundam robot would come true. I wished for the healthy and safe lives of bats and that people wouldn’t fear them so much. Our local bats in Japan were poisoned last year. I watched so many small beautiful bats die last year. I really wish people would appreciate these beautiful creatures more. That is my wish

I wish I could give all of the other commenters a great big hug. Things do get better. Just through this post, already one person has connected with someone that might be able to help them access services that give them hope and make them feel whole. Keep searching for resources and supports and allies. Even when (especially when) you think you’ve exhausted everything available to you. I’m proof. I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t kept searching for what I needed.

I wish I had enough money to pay off all our debt, I wish I would get a job offer that would allow us to move to the UK, I wish I was healthy enough to give my daughter a sibling, and that we could afford said sibling.

I wish I could donate my eggs. It’s what I want to do – I KNOW my family is complete, with my one son. I do not want more kids. I want to do this, and everyone keeps telling me I’m young (29) I might change my mind.

I won’t change my mind. I love him, but my passion is to be a scientist first and mother second, and I will not have another child willingly. I would love to help other people have kids though, and no-one gets it.

I wish I had the talent to sit down and write a best seller so I could afford to be a stay at home single mom instead of a work like a freaky maniac and barely make ends meet single mom.
I wish my daughter will have a father or father figure that deserves her love and respect
I wish that if my daughter never has a father or father figure that deserves her love and respect, she still has excellent self esteem and interacts well with all people (men and women).

After being eaten alive by mosquitoes while watching fireworks, I’d wish that I didn’t itch anymore. Then I’d make a rather nasty wish to get rid of mosquitoes. (My 6 year old, who also got bitten up, has already said “bugs shouldn’t eat people, they should eat themselves.”)

To Laura (#44), I wish that too from time to time. I feel doubly guilty because it’s become clear that I have Asperger’s & so I feel like it’s my fault for “giving it to him.” Most of all, though, I wish for the wisdom to translate my struggles into a format that he can learn from.

Elizabeth @219– I am so with you it hurts. I’m sure it wasn’t a waste and I’m sure you will find love. Do the same for me if you see this?

I wish to find pleasant, safe housing in the city I’m moving to soon, so I can quit being so anxious about that and look forward to moving because aside from leaving some dear friends, I have every reason to think it will be awesome. (Ultimately I wish that fear would quit controlling my life so much, but I’m working on that one.)

I also wish the birds would have kept their stupid beaks shut at 4:30 because I don’t do going back to sleep. Someone send me a BB gun or something. To scare them. I’d fire into the air. PETA need not hunt me down….

I wish I could I just read, instead of also feel, all y’all’s words.
I wish knowing that many others have it worse than I do made me feel my own pain less instead of more.
I wish we all could NOT GIVE UP, together. I’ll bet it would be easier if we did it together…

I wish I had my old job back, just without the horrible bosses with no ethics that are the reason I don’t have my old job. I felt helpful and needed, and made enough to pay the utility bills and maybe get a pedicure sometimes. Now I’m just lost and broke and worried that I can’t pay the electric and buy dog food this week, or month.

I wish I didn’t feel so sad and old and broken.

I wish we could have had a baby. Just one. I wish I knew why us? We would have been awesome parents.

I wish I could forget all the bad stuff that has happened to me. I wish my parents had given a shit about me. I wish my son could find a job so he coukd move out. I wish I could win the lottery so I could become a world traveling philanthropist. I wish I did not have PCOS so it would be easier to loose weight. I wish my 74 year old father-in-law was not dating a 47 year old stranger. I wish my mother-in-law had not died from breast cancer. I wish a cure could be found for mental illness.

i wish i had friends that gave a shit about me.
i wish my father, mother & brother would take care of themselves and stop treating me like the parent.
i wish my anxiety would just go the fuck away already.

I wish I could read through these comments and not continuously think “Their problems are bigger than mine, their wish is better than mine, it’ll be selfish and bad for me to wish something for myself when all these other people have so much more valid wishes than mine.”

I wish mankind would get off their asses and invent teleporters already. Seriously, it’s 2013 and I don’t even have a flying car, more or less the ability to instantly travel through space. Think of how amazing life would be if we could make dinner reservations with anyone, anywhere. Awesome.

I wish I wasn’t homeless, and didn’t have Fibromyalgia, nor Hypermobility Syndrome, and had a job.
I wish I could walk up mountains again.
I also wish I had a nice Bechstein piano, and a cat (that I wouldn’t be allergic to). 😀

I wish I could afford to travel more. More as in any, since I’ve barely been out of the country. And I wish I would have been brave and bold enough to have traveled with my friend while he was still alive.

I wish I didn’t care about what other people think. I wish I didn’t feel the need to please people at all times. I also wish that Rick Perry wakes up today to find that his wang fell off and he now has a vagina.

i wish our remaining kitty would eat more. we put one to sleep two weeks ago (cancer) and now the other has a failing heart. her meds are doing a smash-up job of keeping her breathing and regulating her little ticker, but if she won’t eat it’s all for naught…
i wish i could fatten her up like a xmas ham…

I really wish my husband could have a different job because on top of hating his current work situation, he’s also stuck outside in thick clothing when it’s going to be 103F today. I also wish we could move into a house because I hate apartment living.

– A body that moves without the need for WD40 (osteoarthritis).
– The ability to still sing without running out of breath (rare voice disorder).
– Good results on my mammogram this Thursday (3X breast cancer survivor).
I realize this is three wishes, and this is your blog so you have a right to set the rules for just one wish, but I couldn’t decide which of the above I want the most. I’m already at peace with the world, so the big wish has been granted. It’s the smaller things that need tending when you’re in your mid-60s and still a hippy at heart.

Soooo… I think I may have happened upon the elusive “One”, and now I wish he didn’t have to move 4 hours away… makes me sad… So to simplify, I wish I wasn’t sad? Hell, who is simple anyways, not me, that’s for sure. Oh I also wish I wasn’t afraid of the dark and/or zombies… but those don’t come clsoe to my first wish.

I wish my dad were still here and my mom didn’t have Parkinson’s and my son didn’t have autism. Alternatively, I wish doctors would find a cure for Parkinson’s and I could find a better way to manage his autism.

I wish I didn’t live in Wisconsin. I wish I lived near the Pacific Ocean.

I wish my husband would make dinner once in a while.

I wish I had enough money to pay my credit card bill and my electricity bill.

I wish, just for once, something would come easily into my life. Actually, I wish that for all of us.

I wish my mom’s cancer wasn’t terminal. I wish she had more than a few months to live. I wish my soon to be one year old would be able to really know her and grow up with her around, because she is fantastic. She’s the best grandparent he’ll barely have.

I wish for my severely autistic son to grow up to be self-sufficient and happy and I wish that no one ever makes fun of him ever, or at least if they do they get a giant Acme anvil dropped on their heads immediately.

I wish the tardis would appear in my backyard, the Doctor would emerge, he’d smile and tell me he’d been searching for me, I’d grab my prepacked suitcase and a fresh pack of Jammie Dodgers, and vworp-vworp, away we’d go.

I wish that I was more appreciative of what I have right now. I’m always wishing for something new, something different. I should be more grateful for my good job, nice house, loving husband and spunky daughter! My life is great. I just need to remember that!

Do you know, yesterday I said to my husband, “I usually clean the house around this time of the month. Since you and the kids are off…maybe YOU guys could do it.” And he said, “Yeah, I wish that I was bored with summer already or that I really wanted to clean…” And I said angrily, “WELL! If wishes were brooms then husbands would sweep!”
And then he just looked at me. “Yeah. You should use that one.” He said.
DAMNIT!

I wish I could grant everyone’s wishes. Then I wish that someone would grant my wish of not being in pain every moment of the day. Oh and I wish I could have an alpaca…..maybe that would be my first wish though 🙂

I wish I had not left my keys at work last night which resulted in a few tears as the building was closed down and I called on a friend to spend the night. I wish for this day to go by fast so I could get home at some point and wash my hair which I meant to do last night, but couldn’t because I never got home. I wish I knew how to thank my friend aptly enough because she gave me a place to stay, wine to relax, laughter to wash away the vestiges of stress, and even some clothes so I could get to work and my dentist appointment today on time.

Actually, I take that all back. I wish I had perfect teeth that were thoroughly self cleaning (and flossing!) which never got any cavities and then I would never have to go to the dentists.

I wish my mother wasn’t a narcissist and that we had a real relationship.
I wish I had more self-confidence.
I wish my husband made more money and that I could stay home.
I wish that I was pregnant; I want to be a mother so badly.

I wish I could come up with the money I need to pay my bill at school. If I don’t, I can’t finish my degree and I only lack 2 semesters. I have 4 sons that I am trying to show that their mom isn’t a failure but so far, so shitty. I’m about to break. I’m 41 yo and no skills so without this degree, I can’t find work that will pay for all the bills. Feeling hopeless…

-I wish my job would let me work part-time.
-I wish I could afford a new wardrobe.
-I wish we could move out of our shithole WT neighborhood and find a house in a nice neighborhood where they do things like have block parties and can take walks without fear of being run over by an asshole who thinks that driving 50mph through a residential street is acceptable.
-I wish my sister lived closer.

I wish I could go back in time and not meet my ex and waste two years of my life with him, so that I wouldn’t be so depressed and anxiety filled now. I wish that I were completely over him and dating again so that I wouldn’t worry about never meeting someone ever again and dying alone.

I wish to find my other half, and to be able to know it when I see it.

I wish for enough money to be able to work in the arts, and create things, without having to worry about making a living at it.
I wish for a good, steady job I like in San Diego (the city I love).
I wish for a properly functioning brain.
Failing all that, I wish for a steady job I can tolerate, in a good city, and enough of a paycheck to not have to live in white trash hell and incessantly worry about money.

I wish I could have said ‘good-bye’ to my Dad.
I wish I could forgive people.
I wish cancer would bite the big one.
I wish, like so many others, that I could love and be loved.
Finally, I wish I was as courageous as the people, who work so hard to make their countries better and more just, facing down injustice, corruption and human rights violations.

I share a lot of these wishes but the crazy thing is that so many people are wishing for what I’ve already got. I have the dream life partner. I have a good place to live, in reasonably good health,with too much spare time. I don’t always agree with how people in my life phrase things but there is no doubt as to their loving intentions. So my wish is to realize this on a daily basis. Instead of beating myself up with woe ,envy, and regret, may I find the clue-by-four of gratitude and wield it mightily.

I wish more than anything that I will outlive my children. I could handle a lot of horrible things but I don’t think I could survive losing one of my children. I have PTSD from a super scary episode with my son and despite therapy (that’s made it manageable) I still live every day with the thought of, “Oh please please please let them live”.

I wish I wasn’t so fat.
I wish it bothered me less that I’m fat.
I wish I had a great freelance writing gig that I could do from home.
I wish that every time I swipe the debit card I didn’t have to hold my breath and pray that it goes through.
I wish you and I were friends in real life!

I wish that my daughter successfully continues her pregnancy to full term (after losing three previous babies) so I can finally be a grandma. Cause I will rock being a grandma.
I wish Jenny would have a big old Bloggess Convention so we could all get together and hang out. That would be freaking awesome.

I wish I weren’t a divorced, childless, recently laid off, depressed 34 year old woman with no future, who feels like getting drunk every damn day because it would be easier than getting out of bed sober and facing the rejection that comes with job hunting.

I wish the patriarchy would go away.
I wish I could lose weight without having to work at it.
I wish I could get a hug from a koala.
I wish I could join in a conversation between you, Wil Wheaton, Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer.
My most sincere wish is to not cause pain or experience regret.

1) I wish my Dad was still with us, at least til his grandkids get married.
2) I wish wholesome food was less expensive than crap. Also that I wasn’t cheap. Also that I didn’t like crap better.
3) Pie. I suggest a companion to “Because Wine” => “Because Pie”. Wine makes you forget problems, pie offers creative pastry-related solutions.

I wish for the same things. Less fear. Less sadness. I also wish there was no such thing as Rheumatoid Arthritis because if there wasn’t it would mean that I wouldn’t have been sick and in pain since I was a kid. I wish I hadn’t wasted a lot of my youth loving a man for whom I was no more than a passing thought. I wish I hadn’t let other peoples’ attempts to keep me grounded in reality suppress my dreams. Today though the RA wish is at the top of this list. RA is a bastard.

I wish my grandmother’s best friend was still alive.
I wish my father-in-law was still alive.
I wish I could heal the pain of loss in those I love.
I wish my mom would realize that I’m not 12 anymore (I’m 34).
I wish I had the courage, motivation and money to follow my dreams and get a job that actually makes me happy.

I wish I didn’t have the metabolism of a sloth.
I wish I could get paid to just be myself, which is awesome, all the time, without having to do any real work ever.
I wish that I was a better writer.
I wish that I was better at making (and keeping) friends.
I wish time machines were real and that theory about calories falling out of cookies when you break them was true.

I wish I didn’t have such substantial student loan debt.
I wish I wasn’t over-weight.
I wish my sister wouldn’t marry that jerk.
I wish I had a bigger group of friends where I live, so I wouldn’t feel so alone.

I wish that my son’s dreams of a professional hockey career come true.
I wish that my daughter would find something she can be as passionate about as her brother is.
I wish that people would respect my husband more.
I wish that my dog weren’t in hospital, costing me $1000 a day.
I wish that I could stop worrying about money.

I wish I knew how to better help my daughter who has Asperger’s
I wish I had a better relationship with my daughter who’s leaving for college
I wish I could worry less
I wish I could write all day and have people want to read it

I wish there was a cure for Crohn’s disease.
I wish my son would be independent and grown up right now. I wish my son could stay just the way he is forever.
I wish that I could spend less time wishing and more time being present in the moment.

I wish I had been a better teacher.
I wish I was a better mother.
I wish I could let go.
I wish I were a better wife.
I wish I were better at housekeeping.
I wish this baby would come already so I can actually pick up my toddler and get down on the floor and play with him again.
I wish for my son to accept this baby and be a good big brother.
I wish for my husband to stop worrying about every little thing and enjoy what he has.

I wish I stopped being depressed and getting sick so often.
I wish I managed to change my job (actually that would greatly help with #1).
I wish I managed to get work in creative jobs and make enough money from it to take care of all the basic needs.

CW – you aren’t the only person who feels that way. I think the more we (in general) pay attention to the technology we’ve created (which does have good points), the less we pay attention to those around us – whether right next to us or on the other side of the planet. Harmony spreads as well as disharmony and disregard. I wish people would remember to send out harmony, even if in tiny bits at a time. Harmony = a kind or even neutral word, a kind look, an offer of help with no expectation of it or anything else in return… Moderation and balance – two other things forgotten.
I think as a species we are changing our own brains with all this attention to technology. I don’t think it’s a good change overall or in the long run. I wish we all could all make adjustments to remember we aren’t the only person who matters.
I wish we could halt the loss of our humanity.

I wish my best friend was healthy. I’m frightened for her.
I wish we were kinder to each other. In the last dozen years, it seems like we went from being a pretty cool group of people to a bunch of meanies and I hate it. Also, it breaks my heart a little to think that there are people who don’t remember the world before we became this way. World: we weren’t always like this. Let’s change back to being kind.
I wish that who we were on the inside showed up on the outside. So the kinder and more compassionate and more giving you were, the more beautiful or handsome you became. That would be a motivator.
I wish I could talk to animals. Literally.
I wish that everyone had the courage to really go for what it is they want to become (a writer, an artist, an astronaut, whatever …). Because think of what an amazing place the world would be if that were true.
I wish that people who wished for creative talent just took some classes to break the creative talent they have out of the amber it’s sitting inside. You have it, I guarantee it. Just let yourself take some time (10 years at least) to develop it! Take one part instruction and 9 parts practice and more practice and you’ll find you have creative talent.
I wish no one ever, ever, ever had a reason to kill themselves.
I wish that everyone’s wishes: the wishes for health, home, happiness, heart and to spend even one more day with a beloved person who is gone (for me it’s my mom and about 10 friends) would come true.
And finally, I wish that you, Jenny, would get your first two wishes. The third keeps editors employed, so I’m okay with that one not coming true for you. 😉 Although that seems rather mean (as in penurious) so if you really, really want it, I’ll even wish that one comes true for you.

I wish I lived in Austin so that my daughter could grow up closer to my mom instead of my husbands. I know I should just feel lucky she has 2 grandmas that love her so much, and I do…but I want my mom to be her favorite!

I wish the small furry love of my life, purring on my shoulder right now, weren’t in the middle of dying. And I wish it weren’t going to break me when he does. Could somebody please wiggle their nose, wave a magic wand, or click their heels together and make this all go away?

I wish I were independently wealthy, could quit my job, and pursue higher education full time, then be the best counselor ever…
And even though I plan to be the best counselor ever, anyway, I wish it could happen a lot sooner than the 6 years it’s going to take me to get my master’s degree…and hey, if I had the ability to go full time, I could get my PhD instead!

I wish my mom didnt die, and my dad didn’t feel guilty for it. I wish my sister lived closer. I wish my daughter didn’t have to deal with Type 1 diabetes as a teenager. I wish we could buy groceries because 1 container of yogurt and half a bag of pretzels are not going to do it till Friday. I wish my husband will get hired for the new job. ( that sentence isn’t right :(. I wish everyone hurting here could get wrapped up in a fuzzy, not too hot blanket, while someone strokes their brow and whispers ‘it will be ok, just hang on’

I wish my visa was just approved already. I wish my boyfriend’s job didn’t suck so much of his time and energy. I wish I was just THERE already. I wish he’d find a good job in my new city so we could live together. I wish I wish I wish.

I share your wish. I am with Women Organized Against Rape – here is our hotline number if you should ever need someone to talk to: 215-985-3333 or visit our web-site at woar.org – I am not paid to promote these services, I am a volunteer on my own time. Hearing someone was raped breaks my heart – we are all here to support you and your family if needed, please don’t hesitate to call, regardless of where you live. Peace and love to you and your family, I will keep you all in my prayers.

“I wish no one had been raped. I wish there weren’t 3 victims in my family, that I know of. The 3rd was this weekend, and it’s all I can think of. Fucking humans.”

My wish seems silly, and shallow and superfluous but I wish for lots of money, enough that we never had to worry about where the rent is coming this month, enough so I could quit this job I really don’t like and I feel like its sucking the life, little as I had it in the first place, out of me, enough so my husband can keep on working on films even though it’s such an unreliable job but he really loves it, and finally enough so I could have kids, cause right now I can’t bring a kid to this world when I don’t even know if I’m gonna be able to feed her and keep a roof over it’s head…

I wish that everyone’s wishes, dreams came true. Even if for a second they could see they are loved, they have true friends, they are nothing like their father’s/mother’s. I wish everyone were HAPPY. I wish everyone LOVE.

I wish that I knew for a fact that, despite anything I do or anyone else does, my son will turn out to be the wonderful, amazing person I know he can be. So, basically, I wish there was no way for me to mess him up.

I wish to be published. I know that will take more effort on my part with getting something I’ve written edited, but I hate editing. I can write all day and be happy, but editing sucks the life out of me. 🙂

If I had any wish power left after that, I’d wish my children would actually listen to me when I say things to them rather than ask the same question 500 times in a row making me eventually order them away from me. I love them both, but I can only answer, “yes, five plus ten is fifteen,” so many times before I need a bottle of wine opened.

I wish I could give a lot of you a hug. Some of these are really poignant.
I also wish I were braver, and that I could make friends more easily.
I wish that I could quit the day job and write full time.

Well, seeing as how my sub level condo was recently inundated with 7 – 8 feet of flood waters in Calgary, Alberta, I really wish that I had kept better track of where all my grandmother’s jewlery was in my house. If I could be so bold as to have another wish, I would wish that I never had to see all the “happy time” dildo drawers that came out of all the other peoples condos that I helped clean out.

I wish The Husband, our realtor and the seller would STOP telling me how to do my job! And try and have a little bit of patience. Rome was NOT built in a day and buying and selling homes does not happen overnight!

I wish I didn’t have Fibromyalgia
I wish I didn’t struggle with depression and low self esteem
I wish I felt like I deserved my husband and children
I wish we were not always struggling financially because of me
I wish my father had not fucked me up so bad and sometimes I wish I had just never existed

I wish I didn’t worry so much and get so nervous. I wish I could be more in the moment and enjoy all the good things I have. And the thing I wish for the most is that when I’m finally ready to have a baby, that I’ll be able to have one.

I wish my cancer would go away forever.
I wish I hadn’t received my cancer diagnosis after my husband finally found a temp job after 4 years of unemployment, and we had already depleted our savings.
I wish I didn’t have to consider bankruptcy as a way to save our family.
I wish I could say these things out loud to people in real life without feeling like a pathetic loser, rather than bottling it up on the inside and sneaking it out anonymously on the internet.

I wish life were as easy as I thought it would be when I was making plans, so I could maybe get a really real job instead of this low-paying part-time deal I’ve held onto for eight years, and maybe I could start living like I’ve got my shit together, and I could see my friends once in a while and write stories like I used to and propose. I wish I could grow up in the ways I want to without losing being the good parts of being young.

I wish I felt fulfilled.
I wish I could relax for one second and enjoy life.
I wish I could leave this desk job behind (but I need the pay of this desk job).
I wish that I didn’t worry every second about all the assholes in the world and how they might affect my beautiful children.
**sigh**

I’d wish I weren’t so anxious so I could focus and get my work done. Especially since when I can’t it just adds to my anxiety by making me afraid I’m going to lose my job because I can’t focus and get my work done. Sigh.

That for a whole day the world was a musical. Conversations would burst into song. We would all dance down the street in perfect choreography, and everyone would have profesional make-up and hair. (Let’s start a petition!)
My second wish would be for a do-over day. A day when I could do and say anything I wanted (just to see what would happen) without it being remembered (by others) or there being consequences the next day.
My third wish would be to believe in myself…to find a way to believe compliments as easily as I do negative comments.

I wish I had a job where I felt appreciated and happy doing what I do. I wish I didn’t dread coming to work. I wish I would have continued my education years ago and finished what I was doing so that maybe now I would be doing something that I enjoyed.

I wish the job I had been fighting to get for years wasn’t a giant, meaningless disappointment, where I felt unwanted by my coworkers, and was made to feel worthless and ashamed of myself, and therefore became depressed about everything I thought that mattered.
I wish I was happier about leaving this job in search of something less grand, but more meaningful, and that my head could tell my heart that it’s the right move. I wish the world congratulated people who lean towards the meaningful.
I wish that when I have a child, their perceptions of goodness are rewarded, and that their faith in what they believe is important is realized.

I wish I could find a new job so I would t have to work with the bullies I work with. They say things like “you can wear shorts because to wear shorts you have to be tan, have no cellulite, and look good in them. Maybe you can wear them in the future, though.”

I would wish to redo the last year and a half of my life. I made some very bad decisions that ended up in me losing the love of my life and now my life doesn’t feel like my own anymore. I wouldn’t take everything back, though. This year I beat my eating disorder after five years of struggle. It is possible people! Just keep fighting and the day will come when you know you are free of that burden, whatever yours may be, and you will come over that hill you have been climbing and see a sunnier day.

i wish that i could stop my chronic pain. or go back to the moment the car was about to go off the edge and roll 15 years ago – I was in my twenties and it rolled 5 times off a mountainside. I didn’t think I was hurt…everyone else in the car was….so I went to my parents while the rest went to the hospital. (I’ve now been in severe chronic depressing kicking my ass i’m now a shadow of my former self pain for 6 years- it began sporadically before that but no one realized what was happening inside my neck -2 herniated discs…one touching the spinal cord)

i wish i could find a doctor that takes state insurance that gave a shit about what this has done to me as an artist, a person that made people laugh and was always full of joy, as a mother, as a woman, as a wife…..one that realizes i just want help healing…no bandaids please. i’ve lost a great deal of hair from the stress and lack of sleep …my arms go numb while i sleep all the time…and burn all the way down them all day long. i’ve lost so much strength i had to close my mural painting business because i can’t hold my arms up long enough to really get anything done in a timely manner. people want you in and out of their space as quickly as you can, in general. i often fight depression about it and think about how unfair this is to my older kids, because so many days i am so racked with pain despite trying a million things to ease this that I can’t do much of anything…or that my youngest, who is 7, has spent most of his life with Momma in pain. and i was tough. i was kick ass pulled my toenail off with a vacuum once and kept working, hiked a mile off a mountain needing 17 stitches in my torn open knee tough. i’ve never not been able to beat pain. upset stomach? i’m a toasty marshmallow…but pain never laid me out. i just went through it.

this. is. kicking. my. ass.

so. my wish is for a fantastic neurosurgeon or cervical specialist or just…you know…for the universe to touch me with a miracle and i wake up one day all healed.

ok….so i won’t be holding my breath for that last one…but still…
stranger things have happened

I wish I didn’t procrastinate so much.
I wish I cared more about my classes.
I wish my medication would stop making me forget words.
I wish sitting in front of a computer for hours to write a paper didn’t make me so sick, so I could actually finish this damn paper!

I wish all of my horses would fucking show up already. We have majesticial things to do.

I wish i wasn’t in the hospital right now having a needle in my chest pumping fluids into my body.
I wish I had the strength to not feel helpless and alone even though i am not alone.
I wish …. I just wish .. it would get better
I wish doctors were not so damn cryptic or say things like this is nothing to worry about and then in two months its a whole helluva lot to worry about

I wish I hadn’t made such a mess of my life.
I wish I didn’t have to worry every day about being homeless or dependent on my children now that I am old and broke.
I wish the doctors could find out why my husband cannot breathe on his own, walk more than a few steps at a time (even with a walker) or do anything he used to do!

Today I wished things/life would be easier. And then got into an internal dialogue about how, if things were easier, does this mean I wouldn’t appreciate when life was easy? Because now that life is hard (meh, baby coming in 2-6 weeks bc of some complications, and deadlines like crazy + I kinda like work but not this much work), I super appreciate the easy days. But isn’t that just crap, needing dark to appreciate light? And then I thought of you + this blog, and the mantra “Depression lies,” and a new one (well, I don’t think I read it here) that There’s Always Other Options. Um, this sounds really dark, but it’s not — I’m in the light of Other Options now! A-hem. So, I wish I could eat brownies and baked goods right now, which is on my Don’t List (one of those complications that’s just temporary, theoretically/ideally). But I like your wishes, too, those have definitely run through my head these past 7.5+ months.

I wish my husband understood that, while he gets lots of well-deserved time off, I never do. My work is never, ever, ever done. Keeping up with his mess is a losing battle, and sometimes I hate him for not “getting it”.

I wish he understood that the extra work he makes for me also causes me extra pain when I do it.

I wish I could picket in front of my own house with a huge sign saying, “Fuck you for not helping me.”

I wish that I weren’t so thin-skinned. I wish that I knew what love feels like when it’s returned. I wish that I didn’t have such high expectations. I wish my life was fulfilling enough that I didn’t have wishes.

I wish my daughter’s adoption would be finalized ASAP without any more problems or delays. And I wish that my insurance company would quit trying to screw me over a simple surgery to put tubes in said daughter’s ears.

I wish I was a better parent. I wish i didn’t always get so annoyed by my amazing daughter. I wish I could learn how to enjoy and appreciate her childhood more. I know this is attainable, I just don’t know how to do it.

I wish my family didn’t live on opposite sides of the country and so far away. I wish I could see them more often. I miss them and spending a few days to a week with them makes me realize how much I miss them.

I wish I had enough money so I didn’t have to worry about being able to pay my bills every month. I wish I had a job that was more emotionally/creatively/intellectually fulfilling. I wish I was in a life situation where I could afford to have a child before I’m too old to do it.

I wish I had someone I could count on to hold me at night before sleep.
I wish I had someone to have sex with.
I wish I had hope of children of my own.
I wish that I was independently wealthy, at least enough to sit around and work on all my various craft/creative projects, and read, and sleep, and exercise enough to be as healthy physically and mentally as I can be.
I wish that my mental craziness didn’t mean that spending time with people I love drains me to the point of wishing I didn’t care about people.

I wish that the home we bought a week ago, our very first, was not infested with termites. Its going to cost so much to repair all the damage and exterminate them and I have 3 little kids that need a place to live. Its really a nightmare.

I wish I had a time machine so I could go back and tell myself that guy is going to end up being an abusive asshole, kick him to the curb NOW. AND I wish that I could then live in the alternate universe I created by going back in time…

I wish I had the type of relationship with my mother where she loved me unconditionally, instead of being jealous of my successes, and felt the need to compete with me. I also wish she wasn’t a bottomless hole of need that can never be filled, so I’ve given up trying.
I wish I hadn’t chosen the wrong person, who broke my heart, or that I could find the right person now, so I wouldn’t feel so alone all the time.

I am thankful for what I do have. I am proud that I have made much out of nothing.

I wish my husband would find that new job he wants- so I don’t have to work anymore.
And that if I don’t work anymore that I would be able to do more than lie around all day, because that is all my mind allows me to do. So really I wish I wasn’t so fucked up in the head.

I wish I would wake up tomorrow completely in shape and physically fit. I would do everything I needed to in order to stay that way. But getting there? Sucks. So. Much. Keep your money. I want to be lean and toned.

I wish everything turns out for the best for you and your husband. I wish you a healthy and pain-free recovery. And I wish you continue to share your bizarre, hilarious, and touching stories with all of us.

I wish I could write my wish without crying ’cause I’m at work and it’s not ideal crying at work.
I wish my house would sell because I’ve used all my savings and don’t have enough to pay the bills.
I wish I would get a job offer at the same exact time I sold my house so I wouldn’t have to worry about turning down a house buyer or a job offer.
I wish I had people to help me.
I wish I’d never moved to Colorado.

I wish the world really worked with the underlying justice and decency we were all led to believe in when we were children. I wish human decency were more often rewarded. I wish that the cream truly rose to the top and that hard work and dedication paid off for the most talented about me and not the most marketing savvy.

I have made the same wishes over and over again, every single day for almost two years now:

I wish I had been home when the fire started in my building.
I wish I could have saved my beautiful cats.
I wish I wasn’t terrified to leave the house every day since then.
I wish someone else’s carelessness hadn’t cost me everything.
I wish I could sleep through the night.
I wish I could go a single day without crying.
I wish I could tell the people in my life how sad and broken I still feel, even after this much time has passed.

I wish I had a better-paying job that valued and respected me and/or enough money that I could work as much/as little as I want.
I wish I knew how to be a better mother and partner.
I wish I had friends close by.